It starts,
As these things always do,
With the smallest of things.
A remark from me
And a comment back from you.
 
And suddenly the game commences
The battle lines are drawn.
We bolster our defences
Man the cannons and ready the guns
 
The gloves are off
The claws are out
With swords unsheathed
We join in war 
 
Love is forgotten
As vitriol grows
Only the winning matters
Your rules, my rules
No rules
When we come to blows.
 
But right now
We are both fire
We are both ice
We circle each other
 
Words fly like arrows
Blotting out the sun
They fill the air
With screams of rage

And it's too late now
To turn the page 
As anger burns respect away
Calculated barbs hide our guilt
And change the state of play

And suddenly
It's over.
I deal the mortal blow
Silence
Descends on our battlefield
And tears start to flow